Glory Bound – Lent 7

Lent Letterpress

My Southern Baptist roots often come back to haunt me and I welcome their grasp of my wayward soul.

While a devout Anglican, my faith runs deep through years worshipping at a Baptist Church where attendance was mandatory if the doors were open. I loved it. I loved everything about it. Sermons, fellowship, worship, prayer, but most of all, hymns. The hymns of faith are simply things of beauty and wonder.

For me, music is a quick route to my soul. Music resonates deep within me. Music must be important to God who exhorts us to make a joyful noise and promises a heaven beyond our wildest dreams. Revelation 14:2 tells us: “And I heard a sound from heaven like the roar of rushing waters and like a loud peal of thunder. The sound I heard was like that of harpists playing their harps.”

Music, sweet music will be a part of my heaven.

My father and I loved “fifth Sunday sings”. This is a Sunday where the church sings the old, old stories and hymns that have been passed down for generations for the entire music-filled service. I never missed a chance to attend these special church events.

Even now, as I drift off to sleep, I hear the sound of a train whistle in the distance and I find myself singing “This Train is Bound for Glory” before I kiss the night goodbye. A train whistle in the dark reminds me that my life has purpose and through the grace of God I will someday lay my burden down and board that train.

I will then make a joyful song for all eternity. An eternal fifth Sunday sing. Hallelujah!

“Glory Bound”

When I hear that trumpet sound
I will lay my burdens down
I will lay them deep into the ground
Then I’ll know that I am glory bound

I’ll be travelling far from home
But I won’t be looking for to roam
I’ll be crossing o’er the great divide
In a better home soon I will reside


When I’m in my resting place
I’ll look on my mother’s face
Never more will I have to know
All the loneliness that plagues me so

So I’m waiting for that train to come
And I know where she’s coming from
Listen can you hear her on the track
When I board I won’t be looking back


The Wailin’ Jennnys

Harps in Heaven?


Sara Groves sings a beautiful and haunting song called “Conversations” and one of the lines is “I don’t know if there are harps in heaven.” She is sharing that as she grows older; there is a struggle with how to answer some questions that are unanswerable.

We know that God gives us a blueprint for building a foundation in Christ that will lead us homeward. We do know that God’s grace enables us to awake daily knowing that we are His. We do know that God has promised an eternal home far greater than the four walls that currently surround us and provide us with shelter.

I don’t know if there are harps in heaven, I don’t know for sure what heaven is really, really like. But I think that it is far better than anything I can possibly imagine. I have a feeling it will be better than my small brain can comprehend. I believe I will be blinded by its glory.

It’s the wonder of a love that cannot be imagined, of unending grace and God’s open arms. I believe it to be so. I rest my soul on this eternity.